#Chapter127
We had come up with a routine, Deacon and I, on how to willingly hand over my submission to 'other me'.
Daddy would lay my fluffy blanket on either the bedroom or the living room floor, surround me with my toys after helping me strip down into comfortable clothes- I fucking hated letting him put me in the stupid all in one that 'other me' had insisted that Deacon bought us, but he loved it- and he would place my paci in my mouth whilst giving me my Freddy.
It didn't always work, but more often than not, it did. I was already mostly there and by the time Daddy had unbuckled my seatbelt, taking my hand and leading me into the house, I wasn't even sure I needed that routine.
I sat on the floor like a good boy for him while he undid my trainers, and then I took his hand once more as he took me into the living room, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me onto his lap as soon as he could.
